Chasing My Pregnant Wife



Night fell upon the villa. The room was filled with gloom.

Aurora was curled up on the bed, her body shaking as tears fell from her cheek. Her sobs resounded in every corner of the room, turning the air cold and desolate.

Her face had lost its color; pale and weak, like an abandoned, wilted flower. Her eyes were red and swollen like two blood-red rubies, filled with deep hatred and sorrow.

Her hair hung disheveled by her cheeks, looking like a lifeless waterfall, unkempt and sluggish.

"Why? Theo, why aren't you back yet?

"Even if I'm just a replacement to you, you should at least pity me a little. How could you just forget about coming back after going off to look for Rosalie?

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Anger burned in Aurora's chest as her face twisted with agony.

All she could feel was the helplessness of being abandoned and the pain of being betrayed. All those feelings attacked her relentlessly, breaking her spirit thoroughly.

Hatred burned in her heart like a blazing fire, engulfing her rational and kindness.

"I can't take this, I just can't! Why are you still thinking about her when she's mamed to another man and even his child?

"Don't you find her filthy? Don't you find her disgusting? Her womb carried the baby of another man! Her body has been tainted!"

Aurora's pain and sorrow melted into the darkness. She was completely lost in hatred and

anger.

The air hung heavy in the room, like a graveyard consumed by an air of hopelessness, making one feel suffocated.

"Theo, why must you treat me like this? Why? Why must I love a man like you?"

The thought of the man she loved only having eyes for Rosalie made her cry out in anguish.

In her eyes, Theodore had become a betrayer, a murderer who broke her heart into a million tiny pieces.

Rosalie, on the other hand, had become a whore, a shameless slut.

The agony that tore through her heart made her unable to calm down.

She had been in a few relationships before and had a few boyfriends, but none of those experiences brought her as much pain as this. As it turns out, her previous relationships weren't true love. What she shared with those men was nothing but lust and physical gratification.

True love hurts.

She could feel deeply the cruelty and heartlessness that love brought her. It sent her to a bottomless pit of hopelessness, where her spirit was battered like never before and she struggled with so much pain.

Loving someone hurt so much. Being another woman's replacement hurt even deeper.

The sheets and pillow were drenched with Aurora's tears.

Gradually, Aurora felt some discomfort in her heart. Her heart condition was being triggered again.

Her medicine was in the bedside drawer. She immediately reached out to pull the drawer out and take her medicine.

She was about to take it when she thought of something.

"Theo, you refuse to come back, right? Will you come back if I were going to die?"

An extreme thought came to Aurora's mind. She opened the bottle of pills and spilled them all over the floor.

When the pills scattered across the floor, Aurora suddenly thought of something.

If she were to die, she would have nothing.

If she were to die, how would she be able to fight with Roselle?

She would only be able to see Theodore and Rosalie enjoying each other's company from the afterlife. She wouldn't gain anything, and she would also lose her precious life just for the sake of venting her anger.